Homage Lyrics

Hard times I’ve been through some shit

I’m losing my mind I need a Percocet

The streets so cold I got a leave the house with it

Feel it deep in my soul these niggas counterfeit

I told the Bros we couldn’t get our time to shine

I get that load we gone split out ever dime

That that’s on my soul I never switched up one time

And I can’t fold I won’t never drop a dime

Where I’m from just hear gunshots and sirens

Me and my niggas gone stick together just like Siamese

Mercy cook the beat like hibachi

I'm gone kick my shit like in karate

I got real in my vein I’m not talking no I V

And I well connected just like 5G

I see through these haters I don’t need no Visine

Took off them haters like I am a pilot

I came a long way from the floor now I'm getting money

I keep the Glizzy don’t think shit sweet you’ll end up in Trauma

Man these streets just ain’t the same no more

I count up the profit over and over when I get bored

Hard times I’ve been through some shit

I’m losing my mind I need a Percocet

Streets so cold I got a leave the house with it

Feel it deep in my soul these niggas counterfeit

I told the Bros we couldn’t get our time to shine

I get that load we gone split out ever dime

That's that’s on my soul I never switched up one time

And I can’t fold I won’t never drop a dime

I can’t fold death before dishonor that’s all I know

I don’t got no friends Nigga These my bros

All that popping boy you better watch your tone

I’m from the bricks I got shooters in Forest Cove

I thought you was gonna ride for me

Had to find that you was grimy everything was perfect timing

So I put my heart in these rhymes because

Hard times I’ve been through some shit

I’m losing my mind I need a Percocet

Streets so cold I got a leave the house with it

Feel it deep in my soul these niggas counterfeit

I told the Bros we couldn’t get our time to shine

I get that load we gone split out ever dime

That that’s on my soul I never switched up one time

And I can’t fold I won’t never drop a dime